Chapter 5- A Story and a Meeting

Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Phantom of the Opera or any of the characters, except Kara who of course is my own character. I do NOT own any of the songs from ALW, this is my first fan fiction writing so please be kind

Christine began her story,

"Well I came here when I was seven, when my father died. Madame Giry took me under her wing, like her own daughter. I had a really easy time fitting for Meg was there for me, and her friends soon became mine so I was never alone. Then one day some strange things started to happen. People said that they started seeing a ghost, due to they saw a shadow and when they went to see how was there, nobody was." She took a breath. "I have never been brave to tell you the truth, but when I heard of a ghost I knew that I had to meet it! So everyday when I went to light a candle for my father in the chapel downstairs, I heard a voice, it was so beautiful! I knew that it couldn't be the ghost of which I heard! I asked who it was, and it replied 'Your angel of music'."

Kara looked at Christine, her face looked like she had seen a god like in all the books in Greek mythology.

"Before my father died Kara, he said that an angel of music would come to watch over me, and ever since then he has taught me. My father has come back as the angel of music! This sounds weird doesn't it?" Christine said as she blushed.

"No it doesn't Christine I believe you." Kara said as she hugged her friend.

Though in her mind she didn't believe Christine, but she was her only friend besides Meg, and she felt very strongly that it was true. She couldn't break her spirit.

"But what does this angel of music have to do with the opera ghost and what does he teach you?" she questioned Christine.

"Well Meg told me that the Opera ghost, hunts the opera house. The ghost is supposed to leave blood in the ballet dressing room, and disembodied hands come out of the wall and crawl across the stage!" shivered Christine as she spoke of the awful tale.

"Christine I don't believe that! If that were true how come nothing as happened since I have been here?"

"I don't know but that's what I have heard."

Kara couldn't believe this! She knew that this tale was not true, but then how was talking to her? It must have been a worker, trying to scare her.

"To finish your question, the angel teaches me music! On day I'm going to sing on the stage, and people will love me, thanks to his help."

"Christine, I hope that you will achieve your dream one day, but I don't believe in this opera ghost."

"Well maybe it's for the best then, if you don't believe in him, perhaps the ghost will leave you alone."

The two girls couldn't help but laugh.

"Where is the chapel in the opera house? I would like to light a candle for my grandfather." Her voice sounded so sad, as if bringing his name up brought Kara much pain.

"Of course, I will show you, but then I have to go out with Meg for a bit."

Kara shook her head. The girls rose from the bed and left the room, in the silence that followed them all the way to the chapel.

The chapel was not large, but in fact very small. There was a spot where some candles were lit, and there was a large stain glass window that was bared. There was in the right corner wall of the room, a picture of an angel in front of a large shelf held the candles, with pictures of the dead on them.

"Thank you Christine I think I handle myself now." She thanked.

"Not to worry, I have to leave now, but please join Meg and I for dinner tonight."

"I would be glad to." Kara thanked.

As Christine went up the spiralled staircase that brought them to the chapel, Kara walked over to the shelf, kneeled, and lit a candle as she prayed.

She remembered the past that haunted her. Things went through her head. She thought of the things she had told Madame Giry…and the things he hadn't. No girl should have heard and felt the things that she did, and for that she would never tell anyone what happened to her…they would not understand.

At this point Kara's heart began to hurt, and tears swelled up in her eyes, threatening to fall. She was alone, and afraid. Kara couldn't help it, as she began to cry.

Unknown to her, she was not alone. The Phantom was hidden behind the picture of the angel and watched her cry. This broke his heart. He wanted to talk to her, but he couldn't. He didn't want to involve himself with anyone else besides his Christine. As he thought back he knew that it was too late for that, for he already talked to her yesterday on the way she danced.

He thought carefully, and then he spoke.

"Why all the tears, mademoiselle?" he spoke with a soft tone, as if talking to a baby.

Kara looked up, her tear-stained eyes looking all around her, searching for the voice, which immediately calmed her.

"Who's there? Is it you opera ghost?" she said.

"Yes, but I am also known as the Phantom, which you may call me."

She rose to her feet; her expression was a mixture of pain and anger.

"What do you want know? Are you going to laugh at me again because you see me weak?" she screamed.

The Phantom was shocked behind his hiding spot. He meant no harm, yet this is what she felt it was, an interrogation. He looked at her and smiled.

"No, I was wrong to laugh, but you should not do things that you cannot do, but please tell me why you cry?" the Phantom said sympathetic.

Kara walked toward the picture of the angel. The Phantom went stiff, had she seen him? She walked over, turned around, and rested her back against it.

"I cannot tell you, you couldn't understand." Her voice sounded distant.

"I'm sure that I would Madame, though I can see that you are in no mood to talk, if you ever need me, go to your room and call for me."

Kara's face went from pain to confusion.

"How will you know monsieur Phantom?"

As he turned from his hiding spot to go he said,

"I will know…Kara."

And then there was silence. She turned to look at the picture of the angel. The voice sounded like it was behind this wall…

Kara dried her tears, as she began to leave. Just was she placed her foot on the first step, she looked at the picture and left.